"Where is Thunder Tiger?" In front of the Martyrs' Hall, Mu Jing stood solemnly, the light bursting out of his eyes was vivid, and he suddenly burst out with an angry roar.

"The end will be here!"

"Behead him for me, hang it on the flagpole in front of the Martyrs' Hall, so that everyone can see it, this is the end of opposing us, to set an example!" Mu Jing pulled out his long sword, pointed at Gu Qiu, who was already dead, and said coldly.

"No!"

Lei Hu rode away, slashed with a knife, provoked the head of the paragraph, and picked up the long knife, hanging directly on the flagpole.

"Your Excellency is dead?"

"The commander of the Gu Clan's soldiers is dead?"

"How is that possible?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Run!"

"Find a way to escape, and if we escape, we will live!"

"No matter what, you must not let the children of the family die here, rush out with me!"

As soon as Gu Qiu died, his head was hung out, and he could see clearly in the firelight, and the soldiers of the various families who had fallen into the sea of fire suddenly lost their backbones, and they screamed one by one, and they had no intention of fighting again, and began to flee in all directions.

"Jingping Village is our home, and it is an unforgivable crime to invade our home!"

Mu Jing moved, and he, the boss, began to charge, the long sword in his hand waved a thick killing intent, the killing intent was like a rainbow, and he roared in the starry sky: "All sons, attack with me, strangle them, and leave no one behind!" ”

"Kill them!"

"Invasion of my homeland is unforgivable, and we will not leave anyone behind today!"

Left and right in the Loyal Martyr's Hall, Lei Hu had already led the remnants of the first song to turn around and kill back, and rushed forward head-on, and the young man of the third song was also under the leadership of the military marquis Lin Fang, killing from the direction of the left flank, and anyone who walked out of the sea of fire was killed by them under the sword.

"Your Highness!" Zhang Huo glanced at the Taiping Holy Maiden.

"Kill!"

The delicate red lips of the Taiping Saintess burst out coldly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Headed by Zhang Huo, the battle formation of the Taiping Divine Guard Army is not broken, and it should be the vanguard, rampage, and invincible.

The government soldiers were suddenly defeated.

"Get out of here!"

"Withdraw!"

"Pull back!"

They were impatient and wanted to get out of the encirclement of the sea of fire, and wanted to withdraw from Jingping Village, but it was too late.

"Plug them!"

"Don't let anyone go out!"

At this time, at the entrance of the village, the second song led by Tan Zong was blocked, and dozens of teenagers gathered in a military formation, like an iron wall, not allowing anyone to kill out.

A bloody massacre is underway......

An hour later, the night was still shrouded in this starry sky, and the firelight of Jingping Village reflected half of the sky, but this battle was over, and the five hundred elite soldiers of the Wuyin Shi clan were all spared, from top to bottom.

"Everyone's put out the fire at once!"

Mu Jing jumped off the horse, the sword in his hand was already stained with blood, and the armor on his body was also stained with bits and pieces of blood, and there were at least two or three soldiers who were killed by him.

"No!"

The generals were happy to kill, but they obeyed Mu Jing's words, heard Mu Jing's order, and did not hesitate to accept the order.

"Tan Zong!"

"In!"

"Go and settle our casualties, count our results, and report a result to me as soon as possible!" Mu Jing's tall body stood in the sea of corpses and blood, his eyes looked at the raging fires around him, half of Jingping Village had been burned, and his heart did not have the ecstasy after the victory of the war, but his expression became more and more gloomy.

"No!"

Tan Zong received the order and led more than a dozen teenagers to count the casualties.

"You've won!" The Holy Maiden of Taiping strolled over and congratulated: "With less than two hundred teenagers, defeating five hundred elite soldiers and horses, you are the youngest general I have ever seen, if my father is still alive, I will be proud to have such a young hero among the yellow turbans!" ”

"Do you really think I've won?"

Mu Jing exuded this bleak coldness, his eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at the girl in the white dress: "Shouldn't you want to ask me, just now I obviously had the opportunity to collect the boy of the first song, and he can win the same, why didn't he withdraw the soldier of the first song in time?" ”

"You're right!" The Taiping Saintess's eyes are shining, she is not an ordinary woman, as the Taiping Saintess, she is familiar with astronomy and geography, and has also learned the art of war books, she may have been too excited just now, and then she thought about it, she has understood the meaning of Mu Jing's so-called survival, and said calmly: "There is a sacrifice to gain, if you want to annihilate them, you must pay the price, only by paying the casualties, can you destroy their guard, can you lure the enemy deep, in order to annihilate them with a fire!" ”

"Huh!"

Mu Jing smiled, his eyes were like an eagle, staring at the veil of the Taiping Holy Maiden, very aggressive, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a ruffian temperament: "In the past, I once heard Qu Shuai say that the Taiping Holy Maiden was about eight or nine years old, blessed with natural saints, and her face was peerless. ”

"The Prodigal Son!"

When the Taiping Holy Maiden heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her little face turned solemn, and she was slightly angry.

"Hahaha!"

Mu Jing's mood suddenly improved a lot, and he laughed and left.

"Your Highness, he's gone too far!" Zhang Huo walked up, his eyes were a little gloomy and he looked at Mu Jing's back, this kid actually teased their Highness, isn't this looking for death, just a Taiping hook over and took his head.

"Leave him alone, he's a madman!" The Holy Maiden of Peace asked, "How many uncles are there any casualties?" ”

"It's just a minor injury, it's not a big deal!"

"That's good!"

The Holy Maiden of the Peace breathed a sigh of relief.

The fire in Jingping Village was still burning, Lei Hu and the others were still fighting the fire, and Tan Zong had already counted the casualties and results at this time.

"Young master!"

Tan Zong's battle armor was heavy, and he made a clanging sound, and he reported: "In this battle, our army killed five hundred and twelve enemy heads, and one hundred and eighty-seven soldiers of our Jingping Youth Battalion, almost all of them were wounded, of which thirty-eight were seriously injured and fifty-two were killed in battle!" ”

It's already a miracle that they can win.

The first is the fire attack, which disintegrates their intention to fight by means of fire, forcing them to be unable to balance the front and rear, so as to break the formation and kill the enemy.

With the help of the second Taiping Divine Guard, Zhang Huo beheaded and destroyed the enemy's military heart, and defeated their battle formation in one fell swoop.

But war comes at a cost.

Of the one hundred and eighty-seven young men, fifty-two were killed in battle and thirty-eight were seriously wounded, and in this era, the chances of these seriously wounded surviving were only half and a half, so that their injuries were already more than half.

Click!

Mu Jing's fists were clenched, and his finger bones made a cold voice: "Blood feud, you can only repay with blood, since you have started the battle, let the Yellow Turban Army return to Wuyin County tonight!" ”

He wanted peace.

But someone doesn't want it.

In that case, then fight.

Why can they only be beaten, not attacked?

Tonight's battle is not over yet......

"Less in charge?" Tan Zong's face moved slightly.

"There's no need to put out the fire, some houses, if they are burned, they will be burned, and it is useless to save them!"

Mu Jing turned over and said, "Pass my order, as long as the people in the youth battalion can still go into battle to kill the enemy, all assemble!" ”

"No!"

Tan Zong trembled and hurriedly received his order.

A quarter of an hour later, in addition to the seriously wounded, there were also some lightly wounded who had to stay behind, and together with Mu Jing, eighty-five teenagers gathered and waited in formation.

"Thunder Tiger, Tan Zong!"

"In!"

"Take out our battle flags and wrap them all in yellow scarves!"

"No!"

Lei Hu erected a Yellow Sky Battle Flag, which was the symbol of the Yellow Turban Army, and Tan Zong personally wrapped a yellow scarf around everyone's neck, or head.

This is the Yellow Turban Army of yesteryear.

"Sons, although they are not enough to die, but a certain is always unwilling, someone comes to kill us, we have to kill back, a certain family wants revenge, for us to die tonight to avenge the blood of the sea of blood!" Mu Jing waved his sword and pointed ahead: "From now on, everyone will listen to my orders, if there is disrespect, the military law will deal with it, and go!" ”

He has no patience, so he wants revenge, never overnight.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The smell of blood on the bodies of dozens of young soldiers, the fierce battle exploded the wild spirit in their hearts, at this moment, even if Mu Jing let them die, they will go forward and succeed.